Luyện nghe bài hát U Mad (Young Luxenberg Club Edit)

Ooh I don't need either
Ooh don't talk about it
Ooh like I don't, I don't know nobody
Like I don't know
I I don't
(Oh you mad, huh?)
(Oh you mad, huh?)
(Oh oh you mad, huh?)

Oh oh, she gon' be mad Ain't that too bad, right?
Wanna catch that cab, Take back that bag, right?
I that she just gon' go buy herself that purse
I'm back on my shit and this aint what you want. Shout out to Lil Durk
I'm the villain, no I'm just chillin'
Tryna stack 20s, 50s, hundreds, millions, to the ceilin'
Mary, all I need, pussy, money, weed
And all my women in doubles, I'm at the
All I hoes callin' out wildin', on the road like every day
We everywhere, any day and that the money say
No questions, no questions please, just on knees
Blow, don't sneeze, bitch shut up, breathe
Gasp, on the gas, 'til I crash, autopsy that nigga mashed
All praise to Allah, not Ramadan but these fast
Fuck in the party, up her skirt, then skrr
Who I forgot her name

Ooh like I don't, like I don't know
Ooh like I don't, like I don't nobody
Ooh like, ooh like I know nobody
Like I don't know nobody, I don't know nobody
(Oh you mad, huh?)
I I don't
(Oh you mad, huh?)
(Oh you mad, huh?)
(Oh oh you mad, huh?)

There go another
In so much, man I should've went to law school
brawlin', it was all cool
'Til I hit the with the bars-tool
I don't fuck with fake dudes wearin' trues
I just talked to 2 and he said, "tru"
I feel like MJ, I'm in his
I'm talkin' Jordan, this is how we do
Bust a head and then I lay low
These niggas ass-water, get the
She ain't really bad, she a photo
I should this bitch, she so damn good at Photoshop
That Lexapro got me than a heart attack
I think they finally they got me where they want me at
I got seven hundred in my inbox
What that mean? I callin' nobody back

Ooh like I don't, like I know nobody
Ooh like I don't, I don't know nobody
Ooh like, ooh like I don't nobody
Like I don't know nobody, like I don't know
I I don't
(Oh you mad, huh?)
(Oh you mad, huh?)
(Oh oh you mad, huh?)

I be catchin' too many stares this evening, God but God knows I'm on a roll
At the in Paris, still be on the block like a corner store
Ain't my you ain't the man, made a plan, man it was planned
They sleeping on me like long flights, I pop a Xan on the way to
Paparazzi like, "oh that's him!", pour gin, let's get faded
Drinkin' like it's no tomorrow, what's I'm in the Matrix
Hater, let me live my life, swear to God I be tryna do right
But if she bad I hit a bitch in the elevator like Ray Rice
Uh, pay the price, I pay the difference, it's just different
money, ain't nothin' different, gunshots and jumpin' fences
Hold on I'm tryna get loose, please don't get shit
Ask Don C, been lit, this 'Ye shit just lit the fuse
Now I'm on fire, go quiet (sshhh)
Like where was you last week? My nigga the was you hidin'?
Like I was on my arm I'm on my side
South side, I'm down to start a

Ooh like I don't, like I don't nobody
Ooh like I don't, like I don't know
Ooh like, ooh like I don't nobody
Like I don't know nobody, like I don't nobody
(Oh you mad, huh?)
I guess I
(Oh you mad, huh?)
(Oh you mad, huh?)
(Oh oh you mad, huh?)